Count Hannibal
Page 55He would, and he would not. Death that had stalked so near him preached
its solemn sermon. But death and pleasure are never far apart; and at no
time and nowhere have they jostled one another more familiarly than in
that age, wherever the influence of Italy and Italian art and Italian
hopelessness extended. Again, on the one side, La Tribe's example went
for something with his comrade in misfortune; but in the other scale hung
relief from discomfort, with the prospect of a woman's smiles and a
woman's flatteries, of dainty dishes, luxury, and passion. If he went
now, he went to her from the jaws of death, with the glamour of adventure
and peril about him; and the very going into her presence was a lure.
Moreover, if he had been willing while his betrothed was still his, why
not now when he had lost her?
into his mind--which turned the scale. About noon he sat up in the hay,
and, abruptly and sullenly, "I'll lie here no longer," he said; and he
dropped his legs over the side. "I shall go."
The movement was so unexpected that La Tribe stared at him in silence.
Then, "You will run a great risk, M. de Tignonville," he said gravely,
"if you do. You may go as far under cover of night as the river, or you
may reach one of the gates. But as to crossing the one or passing the
other, I reckon it a thing impossible."
"I shall not wait until night," Tignonville answered curtly, a ring of
defiance in his tone. "I shall go now! I'll lie here no longer!"
"Now?"
"You will be mad if you do," the other replied. He thought it the
petulant outcry of youth tired of inaction; a protest, and nothing more.
He was speedily undeceived. "Mad or not, I am going!" Tignonville
retorted. And he slid to the ground, and from the covert of the hanging
fringe of hay looked warily up and down the lane. "It is clear, I
think," he said. "Good-bye." And with no more, without one upward
glance or a gesture of the hand, with no further adieu or word of
gratitude, he walked out into the lane, turned briskly to the left, and
vanished.
The minister uttered a cry of surprise, and made as if he would descend
also.
come back! This is folly or worse!"
But M. de Tignonville was gone.
La Tribe listened a while, unable to believe it, and still expecting his
return. At last, hearing nothing, he slid, greatly excited, to the
ground and looked out. It was not until he had peered up and down the
lane and made sure that it was empty that he could persuade himself that
the other had gone for good. Then he climbed slowly and seriously to his
place again, and sighed as he settled himself.